Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 133

The sun slowly greets the side of the earth in the eastern hemisphere. The light was so dazzling, revealing the darkness of the night that had gripped some people in the morning. The birds began to chirp, the rustling of the newly grown leaves and being buffeted by the wind sounded a little faint.

Guzel was seen closing his eyes with an infusion hose on his left hand, as well as part of his shoulder covered with bandages. Perhaps, the total anesthetic effect of the rest of the operation still works. Beside him, Ashan looked with open eyes while guarding Guzel.

On the other hand, Diego who just finished undergoing surgery with local anesthetic, actually looks rebellious. She desperately wants to get out of the hospital and go see Max, but Eraz and Emmil hold her back with all their might.

"You just finished the operation, sir!" peeking Eraz tried to calm Diego down. But his hands were just a few times pushed away.

"Master, relax. If we attack without a plan, there is only a crushing defeat! You won't be able to possibly meet Miss Aishe!" cut Emmil.

Right, an attack without a plan would not be good for them. Moreover, Diego's own condition is less stable, as well as men who have been fighting all night. The words from Emmil instantly awakened Diego from his momentary emotions, making the man with the gauze-clad hand sit quietly back on top of the gurney.

Eraz and Emmil stared at each other for a moment, then sighed at the same time. Seeing Diego's emotions subside a little, of course they were quite relieved.

"Where's Rehan? Tell him to call his father!" Diego is seen massaging his head for a moment. Then seeing two of his men still standing quietly on the spot, he protested.

"Why not move!" lantang.

At the same time, Ashan calmly walked into Diego's inpatient room located next to Guzel's room. Maybe this man had heard the screams of Diego, until finally decided to intervene.

"Master, Miss Aishe brought Uncle Mustafa to his yacht. There is no signal there for now, but they had time to give information about the state no. .. should I call 'monya' now?"

Ashan reached into his pocket to pick up the phone. The hand with the slender fingers had opened the message, before he finally handed the ponse itul to Diego.

There was a video playing. Seen in the video, Aishe was waving with her sweetest smile. There was also a woman who treated Aishe's legs very carefully.

"Hi, Honey." Aishe's voice sounded so melodious, though a little hoarse. "Father, I, and our future child, are already in a safe place," he continued, wiping his flat stomach, he seemed to show that his fetus was fine.

"You don't have to worry about us, honey." Aishe was seen revealing her hair behind her ears.

"Take good care of your wounds and obey your brother-in-law, okay?" Then he stared intently at the camera, and raised one corner of his lips as if he was smiling, but his smile actually signaled a threat.

Two corners of Diego's seedlings lifted, the look of his eyes even looks quite calm after seeing the state of the wife who had threatened him.

"I'm gonna take a nap, then go around looking at dad's yacht!" Diego was still staring at the screen displaying Aishe's pretty face and listening to her carefully.

Aishe suddenly clucked, then rolled her eyeballs and looked back at the camera. "Actually, how rich is my foster father? You have to give me an explanation, okay!"

Diego pulled the two corners of his lips slightly wider than before, and cursed his wife. "Basic fool!" he said and then threw the phone at Ashan.

"Where's my phone?" diego asked, looking at the three men who were standing right in front of him.

"Your phone is destroyed, sir," said Eraz, offering Diego and Aishe's cell phone, which he picked up while monitoring his men to clean up the rest of the mess at home.

"Believe me the new one, change also the mistress's!" Diego broke down his body, and pulled the blanket.

Diego's actions managed to make the three of them quite relieved. At least, Diego wouldn't move rashly for the time being.

"Send that video to my new phone later!" diego continued, closing his eyes. "Go, I want to sleep!"

"Ba-good, Sir!" answer the three of them compactly, then leave Diego.

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